I have 60 stories published in
5 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 65557 times and 18 of my stories have been cherry picked.
Jesus Christ, There’s nothing up there but the sensation of falling and there’s nothing down here but a sick urge to rise. I want to float to the top Be the cream of the crop,
It’s like two sides of a coin, heads you win and tails you just have to hit snooze, 2, 3 more times. Why bother? When the thought of getting out of bed
I wrestle the kid to the ground. His body is so frail and rotted that it makes it an easy job, even for someone so far along in years as me.
I can’t do pull ups, and I can’t touch my toes, and sometimes in my periphery I notice my nose. I own this body and it owns me, and even I fear
There’s something stupid in the way you smile, and I find that despite all the miles between me and you, and the piles of letters, you’re the only one I don’t know any better.